Suddenly a sweet smell
Lightened my heart
With a pleasant air:
But I was not in a flower garden
In full bloom,
And it was not springtime:
Then I heard my soul whisper,
As if saying:
“Surely the one
who knows
your sorrows
Was passing
Through the dark corridors
of
your memory.”
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